Luyện nghe bài hát Steady Griding

[Verse 1:
Mack 10 he got it and he servin fo' six
But I'm the bird man nigga, need to some shit
I a warehouse full, with pets, riders
and bulls of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones rockin
And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez jockin
bought a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the floor two in my hip
The reason the is cause the feds done bust' my ship
Got a crew of head busters will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that'll take that
Hit the streets, that work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga ???? car go break bricks
Go flood that cause I want that bitch
KC take this glock, will of the spot
Tanto, and Wap ya'll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this this where money be
And they can suck a nigga dick cause the dont stop

[Hook: & Lil' Wayne]

You could beg shorty, you could keep it
You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and it
And I keep it real, and I play the
And I know to deal, and I know when to kill

And I flip the guns, I collect the funds
And I make all the ones, and I can the drums
You could in a jungle, you could push them bundles
You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a

[Verse 2:
Look Nigga know I got that work
So he and watchin' try to see when I'm gone
So he could break in my
I'm a bake a cake for 'im, 'im think I'm out of town
I know he's here hustlin' I want my talkin loud tellin' my round
I'll be there pick me up the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to
Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more 20 dollars for a
bag
half a for 100
This nigga don't know
I'm on top of my
Should have keep it to but instead he told Elaine
I'ma get that nigga Turk
So I got to bust his
Cause if I let that slide than he gon' try to do it again
So I gotta handle that
get rid of the quick
Bust him up throw him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, take what, who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and leave ass in the streets

[Verse 3: 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and talkin'
Sherm smokin, crack,
Blood and Cripp
Mack the name nigga
Hustlin' is my nigga CMR and West Side
Who is the game nigga
a G in me, off top we wig-splitters
Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them bustin' niggas check it
I like the and shoot first is what they tell me
And no what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I all my murder and dope cases from the bricks
Known and by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I ice and buy crack at the boss price
And I fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I'm killah Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them gold and platinum mouth niggas
stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin' Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, affiliated and drung related
I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin with my crop braided
the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior
A million dollar nigga, still in Chuck Taylor's
The fans worse then them jackers, try to me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and to get home every night
Mack is to much of a
I could never be a
I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a